The fountain was a main attraction at the park. The hot afternoon enticed the children, mostly wearing bathing suits, to bring their faces up to meet the water’s spray. A few stayed beneath the falling water but most dashed in, then out. The parents and nannies waited a short distance away, as if such pleasures no longer interested people of their age, sitting on benches, engaged with their phones, reading material or each other as the sun’s summer strength filled the park, impeded intermittently by the trees’ shade.

The  park, besides the fountain, a contraption with bars, and swings, has two dinosaurs, clearly recognized but less defined in their features. No distinct eyes or mouth or detail are part of the design. But the recognizable forms are Brachiosaurus-like in odd yellowish hues.

The larger one stands about seven feet high with a small head, smooth back and tail. There is a young girl poised atop the dinosaur. She is motionless, then moves. Her body sometimes sprawls along the smooth form. Other times she sits, perched just below the head. Its height stirs no fear as she takes in the sights, clearly content. She descends then lithely climbs up again a few times more. She exudes an ease and familiarity that makes me suspect that this is not the first time she has come here to possess such joy.